Ran forty miles across Rohan. No squirrels to eat. Gimli looking about roasting
size. Have been told dwarf tastes like chicken. Still not King.

Stubble update: satisfactory.

Day Two
Ran into army of Rohirrim. Asked Eomer if he knew where hobbits were. Got v.
cagey answer. Perhaps Eomer still mad about that last bender I went on where I
painted rude words in Elvish all over his horse. Decided not to mention he has
obviously copied hairstyle from Legolas. He wouldn't be giving me this attitude
if I were King.

Day Three
Once you've seen one pile of smoking dead Orcs, you've seen 'em all. That's all
I'm sayin.'

Day Four
Ran into Gandalf. Turns out he did not actually die but instead was forced by
Balrog to sell out to laundry detergent company and is now Gandalf the Sparkly
White. PR whore. Next thing he'll be charging for pointy hat trick.

Day Six

In Edoras. King Theoden giving me attitude. He was all, "Are you King
here? Last time I checked, I was King here. I'm lookin' around and I don't see anyone
else with a crown on his head. Eh? Eh?"

Was forced to admit I am indeed still not King.

In revenge, stole his wallet when he was not looking and used it to open charge
account at Gap of Rohan. Have bought matching poke bonnets for Gimli and Legolas.

Day Seven

Suspect Eowyn fancies me. Cannot blame her as stubble so manly is turning even
self on.

Day Nine

Fell over cliff. Stupid wolves of Isengard. Think was rescued by Arwen but when
woke up was kissing my horse. Bit of a squick there. Have lost favorite sparkly
necklace in river. Feeling v. petulant as there is no such thing as bad
jewelry. Well, maybe Ring.

Stubble update: wet.

Day Twelve

Triumphant return to Helm's Deep. Got hugged by Gimli. As if I needed to be
reminded that he is belt buckle height yet again. Necklace returned to me by
Legolas, yay! He muttered something in Elvish that could have been "You're
late" or could have been "Throw me down and shag me rotten." Not
entirely sure which. Must brush up on Elvish as do not wish to presume.

Still not King but too busy keeping up men's morale to brood. Upcoming battle
should be piece of cake, really.

Day Fourteen

Standing on battlements of Helm's Deep. Absolutely ridiculous number of Orcs
headed this way. Who are we kidding anyway. We are so fucked. Perhaps this
place has a side door.

Day Fourteen, Later

Elves have sent army of most willowy and graceful warriors to assist us. Will
be no use at fighting of course but at least I will die looking at something
pretty. Theoden keeps muttering, "It's unbelievable!" about elf army.
Was forced to agree --it is unbelievable that Haldir's eyebrows do not match
his weave.

Keep trying to sneak out side door, but Gimli following me everywhere. Will
never be King at this rate.

Day Fifteen

Unexpectedly victorious in battle of Helm's Deep, but celebration ruined by
obnoxious postcard from Faramir, which included picture of himself on beaches
of Osgiliath with tiny Ringbearer and fat companion, sharing a pina colada and
wearing colorful shorts. Postcard reads:

Dear Aragorn,

Thanks for the Ring and the hobbits. They are small, but v. bendy. Just what I
always wanted! Still have fond memories of that night we spent together in
Minas Tirith. Love and kisses, Faramir.

God damn Faramir. Might as well just have let Boromir have the Ring and cut out
the middleman. At least I know Sam will kill him if he tries anything.